When I started working full time, back in ‘96, I dreamed to be a graphic designer. I wanted to be an illustrator, a visual artist, a creative guru. I mastered PhotoStyler and CorelDraw, then Photoshop, Freehand and pretty much every graphics package on the market. I was sure to be on the right track, until I’ve met a real graphic designer. His talent and skill were just overwhelming, and for a while I was very jealous and disappointed with myself. I had craftsmanship, but little creativity. He had talent.
I gave up my graphic design ambitions soon after. As my job description evolved, I drifted towards user interface design, then towards product management. Today I spend more time in meetings and writing specifications than toying in Photoshop. The change was a good decision, I really dig designing slick user interfaces and creating innovative products.
But every once in a while, when I have to do a graphic design job, I like feeding a tray of glowing coals to the atrophic graphic designer inside me. And every once in a while, the craftsmanship blooms like a thousand cherry threes, dizzying me into believing there’s a twinkle of creativity in it.
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Dude, you used to have your (high-school) notebooks sketched with (what I found at the time cool and some ways funny) drawings of all sorts of characters and things. I remember looking into your notes for new ones now and ten :o) (.. maybe that wasn’t so nice.. sorry).
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